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*the kitten is bouncing at their feet* mew! *it squeaks happily* meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow *they're excited*

*Caffeine won't kill him, RJ decides, this kitten was going to be the adorable death of him*

"Alright alright you tiny bean, lemme grab you a plate-"

*he pulls out what looks like a plastic saucer and moves to rinse his hands briefly before moving into the fridge. He's about to pull some meat out before a question pops into his head*

"Uh, raw or cooked tiny bean? Sneeze for raw and a small hop for cooked?"

*a little silly to ask a cat- but it had figured out doornobs, apparently.*

*at the mention of food, the kitten wiggled into the room* meow meow meow meow! meow meow meow meow! *he seems happy about food... and how did the cat get in?* meow! :3

"Oh no you're baby- don't worry yeah we got lots! I'm gonna go into the kitchen, Jim could you get the door real quick?"

*he makes a friendly "c'mon" gesture and starts slowly walking diagonally to the kitchen. Still moving but able to see both his brother and the kitten*

°...They've figured out doornobs, Jim. It's too late, the feline uprising is upon us. He goes to close the door anyway, smiling a little when he hears RJ snort behind him. He locks it, all the way. He could have sworn RJ had done the same- but maybe the night was getting to them both.°

*a balck kitten with white ears pops their head between a door* mew? *they're lost*

*RJ jumps a little before freezing, mostly because to him it looked like the door had opened by itself and his nerves were a little strung out still from a combination of recent events and coffee, but at the sight of the kitten his jaw goes slack for a moment. There's a kitten. In his house. He didn't lock the door.*

"H-hi there, where did you come from?"

°CJ at this point took notice, and stared wide eyed at the tiny black fluff of an animal in the doorway. He sets down his mug just to express how were they so tiny, how did they get here, who's lost baby is this???°

"No idea, but I should get the door soon- hey little guy, or gal, or pal, you like burger meat?"

*the house is covered in an assortment of bright Christmas lights and spotlight lamps fastened to any place they could fit. It's a chaotic hodgepodge of holiday decorations and last minute purchases at the store, though despite not looking very pleasant, it did its job: eradicating any shadows inside and around the house.*

*RJ is working on his third cup in a two hour period. It's black and is drank like a health potion in an RPG- it's not there to taste good. He's hoping that even as he sips the strong, caffeinated drink that he can convince CJ to put down his own black tea and sleep.*

*They'd submitted the footage a while back, hoping that it wasn't dismissed as fabrication. Not that something of that nature had happened to their recordings in years, but it still stung.*

*Jim Station would probably believe them, and even if it only showed up on old TVs that only got local channels, they were hoping the warning about what they had seen could get out there, where people could prepare themselves.*

*They still needed a plan, too. But honestly- what could either of them do against forces from another realm? Aside from that stunt they'd pulled in 2017, nothing they'd ever done had been remotely special, in the power-way, RJ thought his gingerbread houses were pretty cool in the normal way.*

((Camera Jim! Reporter Jim! You two and the admin are amazing!!! ~Mun))

"Thank you Mun! You're also amazing"

°He's smiling, a little bashful. That's sweet of you, thanks°

∆A sudden appreciation attack? How dare (jk). You're wonderful Mun, don't forget it *they toss some star images your way, because you are one*∆

((A drawing of the Jims))

*RJ still looks a little tired, but he smiles back, looking a little better than before*

"Thanks- anything bright, and that can either be held or can be put into a wagon without needing to be hooked up to an outlet. We can trade you for it with some flashlights?"

°CJ pokes his head in too. We're making a moving light fortress thing, he signs to you.°

*RJ pokes his head in through the door.* "Hey, do you have any really bright lights?"

"... hey! Jim!!" *Wilfords face lights up* "I- yes. I'm sure I do. what kind do ya need, pal?"

*The twins have managed to find their way home after the tear, which thankfully hadn't drop them too far. The two sets of headphones are on the table, the open space that joined the dining, living, and kitchen rooms providing enough area for the two of them to mill about while still within sight.*

*CJ is uploading footage from his camera into the computer, a flashlight next to him. RJ was rummaging through the kitchen, occasionally producing a small flashlight from one drawer or another. He had five on the counter before he moved to the pantry. Despite the relatively normal looking scene, both are tense and tired, RJ's usual chatter doesn't flow and doesn't come as often. CJ hasn't moved from his spot in front of the computer, which isn't all that uncommon, but there's an emptiness to his routine now.*

*they jump through the tear into what they hope is a safe place.*

@anon-jims . Ẃé áŕé héŕé. @anon-host áńd í őńĺӳ ẃáńt tő héĺṕ. Dőń't ӳőú tŕúśt úś?

*Fear setting their blood ablaze, RJ notices you first. He starts patting the outsides of CJ's headphones to alert him. The two then change course, running towards the tear. They have no idea what you're saying but they can guess.*

@anon-jims . Ẃé áŕé héŕé. @anon-host áńd í őńĺӳ ẃáńt tő héĺṕ. Dőń't ӳőú tŕúśt úś?

*They continue to run, RJ is the eyes for behind them, since CJ has to focus on aiming the camera just so and is already looking ahead. An angry Google is more than a little terrifying, they may not be able to really hear him through the headphones but at this point? They were going to run regardless. It was just more incentive for sprinting. The music was just /barely/ penetrating the headphones, but the instant RJ could make out /something/, he starts humming as much as he can while running and placing his hands over CJ's headphones as a secondary barrier*

@anon-jims . Ẃé áŕé héŕé. @anon-host áńd í őńĺӳ ẃáńt tő héĺṕ. Dőń't ӳőú tŕúśt úś?

Oh. Well... that didn’t work. Now would probably be a good idea to book it- Neb

*they're already on it, sprinting through the gloom with the camera light their only shield*

*both of them have put the headphones on, CJ has pointed the camera light onto the ground to make an artificial light spot, and both have bolted*

@anon-jims . Ẃé áŕé héŕé. @anon-host áńd í őńĺӳ ẃáńt tő héĺṕ. Dőń't ӳőú tŕúśt úś?

Hey! i’m green and for now I’m subbing for Jackieboyman. Just incase take these! *Hands over noise canceling headphones* just incase. I’m going to hang around but if you need me don’t hesitate to call!

"Oh! Thank you Green, these are great."

°Its like 3rd grade again huh?°

"There were giant snakes and hypnotism in 3rd grade?"

°..You know what I meant. We appreciate it Green, though hopefully we can get through this without endangering you. Jim will yell if we need you though. Which might be soon, who knows.°

Yeah, let’s not whack the poor Host over the head. If you hear music, try and do anything to not listen. Google and the Host are going to try and do everything in their power to make you listen, and so will the cobra. It’s got control over this place. Try and resist as much as possible and don’t trust Google and the Host until you know for certain they aren’t being controlled anymore. Good luck you two, stay safe! -Neb

°Thank you Neb, we'll try our best. Thankfully, Jim can be very loud.°

"Hey, it's true, but hey. For once it's more than a little handy."

Of course, we can’t leave them behind. I’m unsure of how to free them from the cobras spell, but maybe a system reboot would work on Google. I’m not sure about the Host unfortunately. Maybe use the ‘Ok Google’ command to reboot Google. One at a time, we’ll try and figure out how to save them.

"Ok, that might work- hope Google doesn't hate us too much for it."

°My first thought for the Host was "cognitive recalibration" but this isn't the Marvel universe and I'm not Black Widow°

"And he bleeds enough as is, whacking him on the head is a last resort at best, we don't want to hurt them. Let's just hope this works."

Hey, hey, oh no... you’re in the void too... Alright.. ok, here. Don’t listen to the music that may start playing or the cobra that you met. They’re hypnotizing the others and have already gotten Google and Host under their control. Be careful you two!! -Neb

"Oh no, crap, we have to help them- I trust you Neb, haven't given us a reason not to yet, and we'll try to avoid any music, but do you know any way we can help them? We need to get out of here, but we can't abandon anyone still here, controlled or not!"

°a firm nod, he looks equally distressed. Please, we can't just leave these things to use Host and Google.°

A shout comes from another part of the void. "̶H̶e̶y̶ ̶C̶J̶?̶ ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶e̶r̶a̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶G̶o̶o̶g̶l̶e̶!̶"̶ - @anon-host

°Oh that's probably a good idea. He takes back his camera, glad to have it back, and begins to fiddle with the settings. He internally debates night vision vs flashlight, but he's reminded that apparently you pass out in the darkness, so flashlight it is. He checks the battery and winces, he saves up for quality cameras for a reason, but nothing has an immortal battery. He asks how bright Google could have his logo- maybe that could help?°

"He's working on it Host- but he's wondering if Google can make his logo any brighter? Maybe that might help in finding everyone?"

@anon-google

"Ok, we're in a light patch too but no papers. And yeah, CJ is here too- where are you Google? Have either of you guys heard anyone else?"

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°

Hello? Is there someone else here? -Anon-Google

*At the same time as CJ signs Google's name, RJ shouts "Google?! It's us- the Jims!"*

*both look more hopeful now. Sure there was an infinite seeming darkness around them and there was still a giant snake, but if they could find eachother they could figure out a way to get out.*

"..Host? Host is that you?! Are you ok? Where are you?!"

*the question is reflexive, not like there are any landmarks or obvious places the reporter can see, but it made sense just in case he could follow Host's voice*

°CJ stops staring at the snake for a second. The Host? He's ok? There's a spark of hope in his eyes.°

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°

I ԃιԃɳ'ƚ ԃσ αɳყƚԋιɳɠ! Tԋҽყ Ⴆɾαιɳɯαʂԋҽԃ Hσʂƚ.

*there's some confusion and curiosity in RJ's voice*

"'They'? ...Who's They? Your boss? Bosses?"

°He looks thoughtful to a degree, a frown apparent°

Gσσɠʅҽ ιʂ ϝιɳҽ. Tԋҽ Hσʂƚ... ɯҽʅʅ....

*there's even more silence*

"...What did you do."

°...and he shifts, it's the first movement since the struggling stopped°

Lσσƙ, Jιɱʂ. Yσυɾ ɳσƚ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ ɯιɳ ƚԋιʂ. Tԋҽ Hσʂƚ ԋαʂ αʅɾҽαԃყ Ⴆҽҽɳ Ⴆɾαιɳɯαʂԋҽԃ αɳԃ Gσσɠʅҽ ιʂ ƚɾαρρҽԃ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ʋσιԃ αʂ ɯҽʅʅ. 👁‍🗨

*the struggling ceases for a moment, it's still, and it's quiet...*

"...Did anyone come for them?"

*The cobra uses its tongue to grab the Jim kicking the side of their mouth.* Yσυ ɯσυʅԃɳ'ƚ Ⴆҽ αႦʅҽ ƚσ ɠҽƚ συƚ σϝ ƚԋҽ ʋσιԃ, αɳყɯαყʂ. A Ⴆιƚ ϝαɾƚԋҽɾ αɳԃ ɯҽ'ʅʅ Ⴆҽ ραʂƚ ƚԋҽ ρσιɳƚ ɯԋҽɾҽ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσɳʂƈισυʂ ιϝ ყσυ ʂƚҽρ α ϝσσƚ ιɳ ιƚ. ⏳

*RJ turns his attentions to freeing CJ now, who looks intensely uncomfortable*

"But why us? Why do you- what do you even need brainwashed people for?! And get your tongue off of him!"

°There are some very specific gestures he'd like to show you when you spit them out, but for now he's occupied with wriggling away and protecting his camera°

*The snake keeps slithering though the void.* Yσυɾ Ⴆσƚԋ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ Ⴆҽ Ⴆɾαιɳɯαʂԋҽԃ, ʂσσɳ. ⏳

*it took a moment of shocked silence before anything happened, then-*

"Oh... No, no hey no, you can't do that I'm not doing this nO-! LET US OUT!!!"

*RJ attempts to pry the snake's jaws opened, looking a mixed of frightened and angry*

°CJ is now attempting to kick the snake, aiming his foot to connect with the right side of the snake's mouth. He hits harder than he seems like he would. Nobody is stealing his brother or him if he can do anything about it.°

Hey, how are you two doing? -Neb

"I think all things considered we're ok?"

°a small nod°

"We're alive and going still despite the chaos growing in these last few, so that's us. Going to make one heck of a story once it's all said and done I can say that!"

°No kidding, seems like we have stumbled into something far bigger than we thought...°

"Yeah... still rolling, Jim?"

°...Always, Jim°

*The cobra pauses for a second, before snapping the twins up in its jaws.* DON'T BE ALARMED. I'ɱ ɳσƚ ҽαƚιɳɠ ყσυ. -⏱

"H-hey we didn't ok this- what are you doing?!"

°CJ is equally upset and confused despite your words, but his focus is diverted to keeping his camera safe also.°

Nσ, I'ɱ ɳσƚ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ ҽαƚ ყσυ. I ρɾҽϝҽɾ ɾσԃҽɳƚʂ. *They look at the camera.* Aɾҽ ყσυ ϝιʅɱιɳɠ ƚԋιʂ? -⏳

*they both looked relieved to a degree*

"Ok, that's good to hear at least."

°a nod in agreement. Yes, he tells you, it's kind of his thing.°